"We should fuck her," said the new jailer.
His suggestion made the old jailers burst into laughter. One of them seemed to spit on the ground, hissing and mockingly saying: "Then go ahead. No need to be shy, no one will peek at your little stick."
The new guy who just took office was angered by their reaction and determined to implement his idea just now. His footsteps thumped quickly as he quickly approached the cell door. He walked to the middle of the passage, and another, lighter step caught up with him.
"Hey, new guy, calm down." A softer voice said with a smile, "I suggest you don't do this. Why is it necessary? There are many ponies in the village outside. Which one do you want to ride? Their parents will be delighted."
"There's no one with horns in the village."
"What does it matter? Look at your thick hands. Everything you touch is as smooth as holy oil. Take him into the room and turn off the light. You won't even be able to touch a man."
His slippery jokes aroused laughter from the jailers, and the sound echoed among the black iron chains hanging from the ceiling. A drop of dew condensed on the rust fell and landed in front of the prison door.
The surface of the water droplets reflected reflections as thin as ants, and the two jailers on the passage swayed and talked in the water droplets.
Their conversation quickly turned into a heated argument. The newcomers were probably just transferred from the cells below. They thought they had been promoted, so they were eager to establish their prestige. Old jailers often do this kind of thing, but they know exactly what kind of target they should look for.
"I teach you this out of good intentions, newcomer." The soft voice said, "The previous group of people have been taken away, but these rooms will soon be filled again, with mages, slaves, sacrifices... …When the time comes, you can find anyone you want. As long as you don’t touch this horned woman, you can survive until that day.”
The newcomer gasped with rage. His body reflected in the water droplets was deformed, and only his copper-colored skin could be roughly distinguished. Coupled with his violent and manic personality, it is enough to infer that he has a bloodline from the Zohuan Abyss.
If the people in front of him were the villagers outside, the look of a raging bull would indeed be quite scary, but the old jailers didn't care at all. They were still laughing, and the satyr with a soft voice kicked the ground lightly. His footsteps sounded different from everyone else's, the sound of sheep's hooves hitting metal. In the folklore outside Princess Mountain, this sound will control the soul of the listener and leave it at the mercy of the goat-horned devil.
In fact, Sati does not know this kind of charm spell. He has a goat-like habit of running up steep mountain walls, but he doesn't always go alone. Usually he would go to the lower cell to select two or three less important prisoners and drag them together to the most dangerous cliff where they could not escape. He would order them to commit suicide, duel, and have sex with each other there, and finally push them all off the cliff. The soul-rending wails of the fallen would resound through the ravines along with the violent howls of the wind, and then filter in through the small window on the top of the cell, causing all the prisoners to have their livers and gallbladders broken.
This hobby and expertise made Sati very respected among the jailers. Despite this, he also knew how to exercise caution and never touched prisoners beyond his authority. Now when he met a newcomer who wanted to try something new, he was not sarcastic like other jailers, but persuaded him in a sheepish tone.
"You have to think about this carefully and think about how you got this promotion." He whispered with a smile. "Before you came here, the guy wearing your little brand was a big guy. I can't even say that. Brother's race, but he must have ogre blood. He did what you want in the first three days here. Oh, it was a good show. He grabbed the chain by her horn and pulled her She banged her head against the wall, and then dragged her into the innermost room. Not to mention the chaos in the middle, blood, hair, torn nails... Anyway, that guy was going through a lot of trouble, and the chain was shaking. The noise lasted all night and none of us fell asleep. When we went to see her the next morning, she was lying bloody in the corner. We almost thought that the guy had been killing people all night long!"
The newcomer's breathing became rough due to excitement, like a wild beast barking and moving. Although Sati does not know magic, she is a natural at inciting violence and violence.
He kicked the sheep's hooves and said in a comic tone: "Don't be so anxious, newcomer. That happened only seven days ago, but look at how she looks now. The wound is healed and the nails have grown out. , is another tough horse. Think about where your ex went?"
The newcomer's breath paused. The restless beast smelled the wind and had to suppress it temporarily. He thought about Sati's words and made a vague, dissatisfied sound.
"She was sent in by Deborah." The newcomer said slowly, "I heard that they..."
"Oh, she's just a little girl who was fooled by him. This is not unusual. Let's not talk about things between adults."
"Debo Villar won't help her."
"Of course. Why else would she be sent here?"
"Then no one will cover her."
"I didn't say anyone would protect her. That was the woman's own problem. That morning, we packed her up and threw her back into her own cell. Your big ex-Cheng Cheng sat on the ground and watched, dumbfounded. He was stupid, as if his head was broken by her horn. He sat there thinking and thinking for three days and three nights. In the end, he went completely crazy and was as scared as a lonely little chicken. , banged his head against the wall, causing pieces of his skull to fall into his neck - look, look at the latest mark on your back, it's still a little red. It's the last thing your ex did to the world. generous gift."
The newcomer suddenly became much quieter. The satyr beside him chuckled leisurely, counting on his fingers one by one.
"It happened more than once. New people come and go, and they can't help their curiosity. A total of thirty-four people have had sex with her since I came here. Thirty-three are dead, not dead That one was transferred by Deborah. I have never seen him again to this day. There is some kind of curse hidden in this woman, which is why Deborah dare not touch her."
He walked forward slowly and whispered gently to the newcomer: "Go back, new friend, and go to the village to find a beautiful and lively pony. Because I don't have the patience to dig people's graves, I will only throw your body in Go down to the bottom of the mountain.”
In the end, the newcomer did not go through the passage, but turned back the same way. His steps were slow and showed a kind of reluctance, so maybe it was just a temporary compromise.
Sati whistled, looked around for a while, and finally walked out of the passage. His footsteps got closer and closer, finally stopping in front of the cell door.
"It seems you escaped today." He said to the prisoner.
Yaleriga, who pretended to be resting, opened her eyes. The drop of water she once observed has been trampled under the sheep's hooves, and the jailer, who looks quite similar to her, is looking at her with a smile.
"I don't think this newcomer is reliable." Sati said in a casual tone, "I think he will come to you in a few days, unless there is a newcomer to live in for him to toss."
She remained cautiously silent. Among all the jailers, Sati was the one she found more difficult to deal with, so she never took the initiative to talk to him and only looked for opportunities from others. However, this satyr has a sense of humor based on abnormal psychology and likes to come and stir up conversations. She realized that the other party was testing her, but the purpose was not yet clear.
"Sometimes I really wonder what happened to you and Debavilar," Sati added. "What a pity. You seemed to be a good match on the outside. But it must be different now. He deceived you. Go into Princess Mountain and throw it in here. What a poor little girl. I hope you can have some lovely new companions tomorrow."
After he said this, he waited there for a while, then whistled and walked away.
